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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.