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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Gong to the grunge 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.