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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the funk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Aswad,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.