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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Index,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Fear,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.