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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.