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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.