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 Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.