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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Cluster,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.