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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Index,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Organ,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.