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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.