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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.