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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Litter to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Magma,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Index,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.