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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the crunk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.