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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.