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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.