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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 The Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.