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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.