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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Litter to the funk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.