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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.