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 Latvia and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.