Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.