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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.