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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.