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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Technova,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.