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 Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Kayak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.