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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.