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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.