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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Joy Division to the funk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.