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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Scion,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Cymande,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.