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 Romania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.