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 Burundi and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.