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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.