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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Blues Magoos 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.