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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the techno 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.