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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.