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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.