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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.