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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Misunderstood to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Mars,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.