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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Excepter,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.