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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Mars to the dance 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.