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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.