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 Algeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Carl Craig to the disco 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
The Wake,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.