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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Gang Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.