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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Index,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.