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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Wings,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.