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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.