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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Magma,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.