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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.