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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Shadows of Knight to the grime 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.