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 Cape Verde 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the rap 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.