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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.