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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.