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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Franke,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.