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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.