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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Shadows of Knight to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.