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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Scan 7,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.