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 Venezuela and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Visage,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.