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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.