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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.