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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Wire,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.