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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Technova to the grime 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.