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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.