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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.