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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.