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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Magma,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.