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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Fuzztones to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.