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 Mauritania 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lungfish to the dance 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.