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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.