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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.