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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Buzzcocks to the grime 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.