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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
The Motions,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.