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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.