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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Franke,
Nas,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.