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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.