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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.