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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.