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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 spring reverb 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Japan,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.