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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 B.T. Express to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.