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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.