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 Malawi 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
The Victims,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.