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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Gong,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.