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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.