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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.