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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.