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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.