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 China and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.