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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.