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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.