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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.