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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the jazz 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.