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 Denmark 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.