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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hashim to the rock 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.