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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.