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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.