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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deepchord to the grime 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.