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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.