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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the rock 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.