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 Mali and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.