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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.