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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Move,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.