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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 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 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.