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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.