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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.