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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Minny Pops to the punk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.