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 United States 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator 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 Agent Orange 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.