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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Public Enemy to the techno 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.