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 Samoa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.