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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.