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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.