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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.