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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.