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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 the Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.