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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Harmonia to the rap 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.