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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.