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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Organ,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.