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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.