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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.