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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Q65,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.