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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.