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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.