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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.