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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Moby Grape to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.