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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 The Red Krayola to the grime 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars 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?
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.