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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.