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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.