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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 U.S. Maple to the grime 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.