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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.