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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.