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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the funk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.