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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.