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 Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Model 500,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.