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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 oboe 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 MDC to the rap 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.