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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.