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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.