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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.