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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 The Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.