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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.