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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.