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 Romania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.