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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.