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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.