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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the funk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.