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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.