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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Magma,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.