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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
MC5,
Monks,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.