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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
New Order,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.