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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Half Japanese to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.