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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.