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 Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Divine Comedy to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.