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 Kazakhstan 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.