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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.