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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Can,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.