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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
The Remains,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.