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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.