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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.