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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the grunge 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.