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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 techno 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Can,
X-101,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.