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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.