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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.