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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.