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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 theremin 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 Crime to the grime 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Television,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.