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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.