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 Iran and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
New Order,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.