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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.