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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.