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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Nas,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.