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 Kiribati 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Names to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.