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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.