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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Fall to the funk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Wire,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.