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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.