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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.