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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.