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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Model 500 to the grunge 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.