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 Singapore and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Slackers to the punk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Shoche,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.