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 Mongolia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.