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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.