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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Index,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.