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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Slits to the rock 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.