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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.