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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.