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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Magma,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.