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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.