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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
the Swans,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.