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 Antigua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.