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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.