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 Japan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.