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 Lesotho and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.