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 Nigeria and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Television,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.