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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.