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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 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 F. McDonald to the disco 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.