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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
The Martian,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.