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 Togo and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Urselle,
MC5,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Japan,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.