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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Smog,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.