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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Derrick May to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.