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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.