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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 The Saints to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.