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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Slave,
Liliput,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.