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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 FM Einheit 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.