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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.