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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.