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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.