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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Trojans to the techno 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Visage,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.