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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.