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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 The United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.