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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Althea and Donna to the funk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Mars,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.