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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.