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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.