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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.