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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.