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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter 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?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.