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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.