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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Smog,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.