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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
The Victims,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.