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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.