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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Magma,
New Order,
JFA,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.