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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Minutemen to the punk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.