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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.