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 Mali and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the grunge 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
cv313,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.