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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.