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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
ABC,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.