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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.