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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Organ,
Crime,
Echospace,
AZ,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.