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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.