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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.