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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.