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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.