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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Qualms,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.