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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Nils Olav to the crunk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.