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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.