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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the techno 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.