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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.