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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.