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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.