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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.