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 China and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.