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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.