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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Techniques to the disco 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.