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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Selecter to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.