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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Names to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
The Names,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.