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 Bolivia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Marc Almond to the grime 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.