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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.