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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.