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 Gambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.