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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 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 The Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
The Motions,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Crime,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.