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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
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 Make Up to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
MC5,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.