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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Clear Light to the rock 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.