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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Youth Brigade 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.