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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.