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 Belarus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Monks,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
X-101,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.