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 Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.