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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.