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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the grime 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.