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 Austria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 CMW to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
cv313,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.