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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 theremin 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 Alton Ellis 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.