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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Index,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Magazine,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.