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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.