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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.