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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the disco 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.