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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Franke,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.