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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.