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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Index,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.