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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Japan,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.