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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Magma,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.