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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.