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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.