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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.