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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the rap 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.