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 Samoa and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Cluster,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.