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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 The Slackers to the jazz 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
The Human League,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.