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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 X-102 to the rap 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.