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 Italy 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Pagans,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.