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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.