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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Roxette,
X-101,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.