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 South Africa and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Magma,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.