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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.