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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.