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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.