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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Slave,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.