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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.