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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.