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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.