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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.