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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Personalities to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.