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 Namibia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.