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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.