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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
DNA,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.