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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.