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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.