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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
The Selecter,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.