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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.