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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.