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 Greece and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.