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 Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.