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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.