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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Organ,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.