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 China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the crunk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.