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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne 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 Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.