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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.