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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.