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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.