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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.