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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.