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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.