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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.