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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Index, Index, Index, 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.