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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.