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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.