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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the disco 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
cv313,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.