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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Minor Threat to the rap 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Scion,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.