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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.