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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.