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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Smog,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.