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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Names to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.