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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.