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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Pole to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.