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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.