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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.