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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.