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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Fear,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Technova,
The Martian,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.