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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.