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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.