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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 The Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.