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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma 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?
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.