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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Half Japanese to the jazz 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.