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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.