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 Taiwan 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.