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 Mongolia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Lalann,
DNA,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.