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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Television,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Audionom,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.