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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.