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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Echospace,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.