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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Boredoms to the rap 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.