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 San Marino and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 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 the Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Pole,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.