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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.