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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.