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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.