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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 OOIOO to the funk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach 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?
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.