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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.