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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.