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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.