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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.