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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Yaz to the disco 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.