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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.