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 Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.