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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Skarface,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.