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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.