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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.