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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.