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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Evens to the crunk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.