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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Wings,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Television,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.