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 Malta and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.