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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.