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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.