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 Libya 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
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.