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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.