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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Brick,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.