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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.