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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.