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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Yellowson 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Pole,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.