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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.