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 Rwanda 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Franke,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.