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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.