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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.