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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.