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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.