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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.