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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 UT to the disco 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.