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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.