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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.