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 Tunisia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.