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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville 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?
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
June of 44,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.