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 Iran and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.