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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Nas,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.