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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.