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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.