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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Sixth Finger to the grime 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.