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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.