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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.