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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.