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 Australia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.