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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.