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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.