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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.