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 Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.