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 Poland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.