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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.