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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.