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 Japan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.