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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.