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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.