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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Amon Düül II 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.