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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole 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?
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.