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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.