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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 marimba 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.