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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '90s.
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 Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.