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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.