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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.