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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Deakin,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.