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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smog 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.