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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Icehouse,
Index,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.