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 France and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.