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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Magma,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.