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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.