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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.