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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.