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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.