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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.