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 Mozambique and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Symarip 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.