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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.