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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.