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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.