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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.