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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.