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 India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.