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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.