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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
the Association,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.