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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lakeside 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.