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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.