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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.