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 Gambia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.