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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.