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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.