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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.