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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.