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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Gong,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.