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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Jandek,
Pole,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Visage,
DNA,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.