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 Iceland 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 ABC to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.