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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.