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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.