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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.