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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.