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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.