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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.