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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.