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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Wings,
Pagans,
The Index,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.