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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Slave,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.