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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.