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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.