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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Delta 5 to the grunge 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Qualms,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.