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 Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.