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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Kayak,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.