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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
the Association,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.