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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Ossler,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.