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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.