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 Dominica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Brick,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.