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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Little Man,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.