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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fuzztones to the disco 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.