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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Janne Schatter to the dance 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.