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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.