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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 808 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.