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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.