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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Wings,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.