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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
UT,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.