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 India and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 techno 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.