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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.