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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.