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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.