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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Index,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.