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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.