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 Chile 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.