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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.