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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Liliput,
ABC,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
PIL,
the Association,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.