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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 clarinet 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 The Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.