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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.