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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.