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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.