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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 ABBA to the grunge 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.