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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Divine Comedy to the rap 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.