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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.