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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the dance 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
UT,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.