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 Seychelles and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.