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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.