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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.