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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.