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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.