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 Oman and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.