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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.