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 Tajikistan 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 harpsichord 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
JFA,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.