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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.