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 Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.