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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Infiniti to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.