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 Suriname and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
The Move,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.