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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.