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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.