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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.