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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.