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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.