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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.