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 France and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Nirvana to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Television,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.