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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.