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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.