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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 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 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 the Sonics 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.