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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Lower 48 to the dance 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.