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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Drexciya to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.