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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the dance 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.