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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.