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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the crunk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.