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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rotary Connection to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.