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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Names to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.