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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.