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 Chad 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.