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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the techno 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.