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 Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.