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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.