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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.