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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.