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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.