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 China and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.