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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.