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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.