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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Television,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.