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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All the Germs 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.