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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
ABC,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.